Foothill Boy

Well I've lived in Lincoln I've lived in Loomis North of Auburn And I've been tuning this guitar All along the way And when I dream I think about Drivers flat and hooking trout And sinking crawlers on summer day I got a fishing pole and a gold pan in my heart I've been a foothill boy from the start Manzanita digger pine black tail deer and mountain lion Watch your step there lots of poison oak Losing the trail, that's my goal To find a place that no one knows Write a song in my own secret spot Cause no one's ever dared to climb so far I've been a foothill boy from the start Working men and working gals make up all these little towns Fixing roads and teaching, bartending and preaching And Friday nights come alive at the club car, tap and vine Its rare to see a soul you never met Forget about the real world at the bar I've been a foothill boy from the start Late in the night I heard an 80s Chevrolet Climbing up the grade toward the stars He's gonna feed the dogs and kiss his wife goodnight And turn out all the lights Rest his weary eyes It's okay That he forgot To lock the door He's been a foothill boy Since he was born Tracking red dirt In the house Its something you cant live without if you got an acre to your name And in the winter it gets cold, but when it's hot The fires go ripping through the canyons for days No, there ain't no place on earth that's quite the same I got a fishing pole and a gold pan in my heart I've been a foothill boy from the start I'll be a foothill boy till the day I depart Oh, I've been a foothill boy from the start